The Fitting Room - a fantasy.

*This story begins with some real events

Yesterday, I was buying some clothes and saw a soft black robe for sale. I like wearing a robe when hosting. It’s a wonderful way to greet and get the passion started.

The store was quiet, but while I was looking at the robes, I noticed a man standing in the aisle. He smiled when I looked up, and then he walked away. He appeared to be around the same age, slightly taller, and decent-looking.

This happens occasionally, and it gets my mind wandering. I am never good at giving or receiving signs, and so far, I have never had a spontaneous hook-up.

This time, instead of turning away, I watched him walk away. He must have sensed my gaze, and as he turned down an aisle, he looked back and smiled. Damn, was something happening, or was it my horny mind?

I felt nervous. What should I do next?

However, I saw him walk out with a woman, assuming his wife.

The damage was done, and I was very horny. I stepped into the fitting room to try on some clothes and brought the robe with me.

Since I was in the mood, I could not resist stripping down and trying the robe. It felt soft against my naked body and made me a little hard. I took a few selfies and then removed the robe. I was naked in the fitting room when someone entered the adjoining room.

I tried on the clothes and left the fitting room, looking around, hoping the man would come back in and was waiting for me. Nothing….

*Now for the fantasy

I walked out of the fitting room, still feeling the soft robe on my naked body, and wondering how I was going to get some relief. Then I saw the man from the aisle walk back in the aisle, without his wife. He saw me and once again, smiled. He walked away, and I wondered, should I follow him? Once again, I never read the how-to hook-up manual, except online. I followed, and he stopped in the suits department. I was nervous but excited too. It was obvious to me that he was waiting for me.

I stopped next to him, and he spoke first, “Hello, I am Jeff.â€

I could tell he was nervous too, and I responded, “I’m Stephen. What do we do next?â€

We weren’t there to make small talk and I felt sure he was thinking the same thing as I was.

He handed me his card, and I figured it was a quick meet and let’s plan something. He was attractive, and I accepted his card. He said, “My wife is next door shopping, she will be shopping for 10-15 minutes.â€

Maybe he was thinking we could jump in the car. In fact, I have met men in this parking lot, so I knew it could be done. I was about to suggest this when he said, “I saw you leave the fitting room.â€

He went on, “I met a man a few months ago, in the fitting room.â€

I thought about how I was naked in the room a few minutes ago, and as long as we are quiet, yes, this could work.
I told him, “Give me a few minutes.â€

I went back to the fitting room, and both rooms were empty. I entered the room and thought I would put the robe on, which is how I greet men when I host. I quickly stripped down (again) and put the robe on. I haven’t paid for the robe yet, and it was getting a good workout. The soft material rubbed against my cock, and I got hard.

I left the door slightly ajar, and he gently opened it, carrying some jeans to try on. He had this well planned; anyone watching would not see anything unusual.

He smiled when he saw the robe, slightly open. He quietly said, “You’ve done this before, I see.â€

I said, “Yes, when I host.â€

He said, “You have my card, but now I have to hurry.â€

Online, you know who leads, who sucks, top/bottom, and even kissing. This time, no clue. Was he expecting me to be submissive and get down on my knees? Yes, I would, but that was not the role I usually played.

He undid his jeans and leaned in, and we kissed. It was passionate and fast, as he slipped down to his knees. He opened my robe and said, “Oh, I am going to enjoy your cock, sir.â€

That was enough to know the roles, and I took his head and guided him to the aching cock. He licked my cockhead, over the smooth flesh, and then down my shaft.

I stifled my usual verbal commands, and when his tongue ran along the bottom of my cock, I had to keep my moans to myself. It was delightful torture.

He worked fast, using one hand to stroke my shaft, the other stroking himself. I looked down and saw a nice, hard cock and a bulb-shaped cockhead.

I knew he needed me to climax and I whispered, “Put a finger in my hole.â€

Believe it or not, I learned this from a lady lover. She would put her finger deep inside my anal hole and I could not hold back.

This time it was no different, and I held on to the wall and climaxed hard. I gripped his head hard, forcing him to keep my cock in his mouth. I love being licked and sucked after climax, and yet I knew he was short on time.

I released him, earlier than I would have normally and he was furiously stroking his cock. I motioned him to stand, and while he stroked, I licked his cockhead, and fondled his balls.

He came, some in my mouth, some on our hands.

We were breathless, and in our passion, we didn’t notice someone in the adjoining booth. We stopped listening, and it seemed no one noticed what we did.

He quickly pulled up his pants. I was still in the open robe. He said, “Thanks, man, you have my card, text me.â€

He opened the door, and with no one in sight, he was gone. I quickly dressed and slipped out of the booth. I took my purchase up to the counter, including the well-used robe. As she put the robe in the bag, I noticed a large wet spot and smiled.